How To Be Raised

                                    

                                          
3rd person pov
                          
Mom: Y/N, stop crying! It's just like, 10 bee stings!
                          
Y/N: B-But they hurt!
                          
Mom: Being bit by a Grimm hurts way more, so stop complaining
                          
He sniffled as he had a wet cloth pressed against his arm, trying to soothe the feeling and covering up the look of the bee stings. Getting annoyed with his constant sniffling his mom got up, pushing him outside.
                          
Before Y/N could say anything she dropped a gun by his feet and shut the door as they lived in Grimm territory. Shakily the young boy picked up the gun and stayed by the door, fearful of what was going to happen.
                          
Y/N: P-Please, let me in! 
                          
Mom: Not until you stop crying and whining!
                          
Hearing he growl of a Grimm Y/N turned to it as he froze it fear upon seeing it's red eyes glow in the dark of night. It went to lunge at him making the young boy yelp as he fired the gun, the kickback made him stumble.
                          
However, he had luckily got it, killing the Grimm instantly. Slowly he slid down on the door and sat down, shaking due to the cold and the fact that he just killed something, even if it was a Grimm.
                          
*Present*
                          
Mom: So, she's my grandchild?
                          
Y/N: Yep...
                          
Sitting across from his mom Y/N glanced to Blake who was sat beside him, reading a book. He looked back to the older woman as she leaned back in her seat, linking her fingers together.
                          
Mom: Has she killed a Grimm yet?
                          
Y/N: No, but she ate some of the fish at an aquarium
                          
Mom: Fish... my God, did i teach you nothing about being a parent?
                          
Y/N: You taught me how to be a Huntsman
                          
Mom: And have you taught her anything?
                          
He looked away causing her to roll her eyes and sigh in disappointment. Blake looked up and saw this before she pouted and closed her book, soon climbing into Y/N's lap as she looked to her grandmother.
                          
Blake: Papa taught me lotsa stuff!
                          
Mom: Has he shown you how to shoot a gun, or how to take down a Grimm?
                          
Blake: No... but i don't want to! I don't wanna be a Huntress
                          
Y/N: You don't? But, you told me you wanted to be one
                          
Blake: I don't wanna make you worry if i'm one...
                          
She looked back to him and hugged the male which made him pause as his mom gave him a look. In response he wrapped an arm around Blake, patting her back gently.
                          
This caused the older female to roll her eyes before getting up and leaving but Y/N just paid attention to his faunas daughter. She eventually pulled away and looked to him as her ears twitched.
                          
Y/N: How about i train you, and make sure you won't have to worry me by getting hurt?
                          
Blake: Okay! How are we gonna do that?
                          
Y/N: How'd you feel about camping?
                          
Timeskip
                          
Blake: I-I can't do it!
                          
She stood there holding a pellet gun as a target that sat on a tree was littered with shots on the outside, but none even came close to the centre so Y/N came over, crouching down to her level.
                          
Y/N: You just need to breathe in, aim and fire on empty lungs
                          
He helped her adjust, making sure her positioning was right before nodding and letting her do it. Breathing in Blake aimed before firing, the pellet hitting the centre which made her eyes widned in happiness.
                          
Blake: Papa! Papa! I did it!
                          
Y/N: I saw, well done
                          
She looked to him with a wide smile which made him crack a smile before looking away and clearing his throat. Gesturing for her to do it again she nodded and turned, aiming at the target.
                          
Firing one again she got the middle and squealed happily, soon coming over to Y/N and grabbing one of his hands, making the Huntsman look to see she hit the target in the middle once again.
                          
Y/N: If you can empty the clip by hitting all bullseyes, then we'll move onto moving targets
                          
Blake: Okay!
                          
Timeskip
                          
As the Huntsman began to toss bottles in the air Blake attempted to shoot them but had a hard time doing it as they were moving. Catching a bottle he saw the girl huff which made him come over and take the pellet gun from her.
                          
He threw the bottle in the air and aimed, firing where it was going to be. It soon smashed as the shards fell on the ground and Blake looked it awe as the sun briefly shined off the shards.
                          
Passing her the pullet gun Y/N grabbed another bottle and went to throw it. Blake aimed and took a breath before it was tossed in the air. She fired and missed but then used her semblance and went forward, firing again.
                          
The bottle shattered upon impact from the pellet which made the young faunas cheer as Y/N smiled, noticing what she did. Coming over he took the pellet gun ftom her hand and swapped it out for a pistol version.
                          
Y/N: Maybe this'll work better
                          
Blake: It's lighter... 
                          
Standing beside her Y/N pulled the bottle back before throwing it into the air as Blake aimed, soon firing and hitting the bottle again. She giggled excitedly, obviously proud of herself.
                          
Y/N: Wow... you're a natural at this
                          
Blake: I'm better then you!
                          
Y/N: Maybe. C'mon, let's go to the tents
                          
She nodded before the two made their way to the camp site. A fire sat in the middle which Blake rushed towards before holding her hands out to warm them up while Y/N got to work making smores.
                          
As he did the Huntsman would glance to his daughter and see the happy smile on her face. It felt like something he was proud to make, to make her smile made him feel proud as a parent.
                          
Reaching over he hesitantly pat her head which made Blake turn to him before growing a heartwarming smile as she shut her eyes, allowing him to do it as the girl giggled slightly.
                          
Y/N: You'll be a great huntress
                          
Blake: You think so...?
                          
Y/N: I know so










                          
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